Jan 22, 2009

Working girl blues

Blisters swell on my heelsThe bones in my back ache so loudly they are starting to play their own tuneThe tip money swells in my apronEnabling me to put decent food on the table for my family,who I am not spending much time with these daysOne man's SSI check just doesn't cut the mustard in these economic timesWhen my head hits the pillow at night, I am not the vamp I once used to be.I am sound asleep in 15 minutesI save the sex appeal for the early morning hoursThe checking account is buildingAs is our peace of mindThe weariness is starting to become worthwhileEndurance is buildingPersonal pride is growingMaturity is teaching me that there will always be tradeoffs in this life of mineOne table, one plate at a time.

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For whatever reason you refuse to feel this space we're in,To know it's insanity, really know it, Whatever your particular anaesthetic is, that you hold onto so desperately, The thing I mean that makes you think you know who you are, Whatever that thing is that you allow to keep you sane, Your ace in your hole, The psyche that keeps you from trying to guess what your pimp has in store for you, Whatever keeps you from screaming out at this very moment in absolute and sheer horror, Whatever you fuck your brain with, whatever that is, Whatever that is, It's a lie, It's a lie."

I got the black cat bone and I got a mojo, too. I got the John the Conquerer Root, gonna mess with you. I'm gonna make you girls lead me by my hand, And then the world will know the hoochie coochie man.

On the seventh hour, on the seventh day, On the seventh month, seven doctors say, "He was born for good luck, that you'll see." I got seven hundred dollars; don't you mess with me!

Please, if you ever see me getting beaten up by the police, please put your video camera down and help me.Bobcat Goldthwait

America... just a nation of two hundred million used car salesmen with all the money we need to buy guns and no qualms about killing anybody else in the world who tries to make us uncomfortable.Hunter S. Thompson